In this RP, you can do anything you want, as long as you follow a few rules. The universe is a blank slate, and you have just been given the tools to make it more. Destroy it, help it, the choice is yours.

Gray-Fall is a rocky, mountainous planet located around ten light-years from earth. It's uniformly covered in a thick, obscuring fog, save for a number of inhabited settlements, which have special bubbles that repel the fog around them. beneath these setllements are underground springs, the only manner of supporting life available. These cities are in a state of constant alert, as people frequently fight over the underground water sources.

The planet acts as a kind of "melting pot," playing host to a variety of species. There are rumors circulating the various settlements of mysterious fog-dwelling creatures, apparently responsible for a number of disappearances. It is regarded as all but suicidal to venture out into the fog, so the settlements are typically the only sign of civilized life.

(It's a slummy planet full of gangs and other scum...of course there's alcohol)

Cyrus walked around a corner and stepped into a seemingly dark alley. His back against the wall, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a can of sparkling water. Although he was legally old enough to drink, he still liked the sharp taste of sparkling water. He opened a can and guzzled down a few large gulps. The sharp taste burned his throat, but refreshed him nonetheless. Cyrus breathed a sigh of contentment. He didn't know why, but he found safety in the cold beverage. Possibly because it was the only good drink on this planet. He'd tried beer and other alcohol, but it didn't appeal to him. It was simple, refreshing, tasted good , and it didn't make you dumb. He quickly finished off the can and head to his house.

"Raedo, Kartes, arm your squads and be ready for an air-to-surface drop." A figure ordered, head darting around as she addressed each person. "Arile, take your boys and man the big guns. Nerest, at the helm. We go in five."

"Miss Qilarte, what about hostages and valuables?" One asked.

"Take whatever you like, but our main priorities are the protection field generator and water supply." Qilarte replied. "They'll pay handsomely to make sure neither of those are destroyed, I can assure you of that. Now, to your stations!"

Something wasn't right, Cyrus felt it in his gut. He looked up at the sky, but saw nothing through the thick fog. His stomach was uneasy, and the usually somewhat active city seemed much quieter. Cyrus put one hand in a fist, red energy surged through the wires in his arms like lava. Something was going to happen, and it was going to happen soon.

A shadow fell over Martin and Kay as the black shape revealed itself; a massive metal behemoth of a spacecraft, shiny and black. It was clearly on the offensive, firing multiple guns down into the city below.

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Qilarte grinned. "Too easy..." She mused. "This is pathetic, really."

"Did you expect any better, ma'am?" Another raider asked.

"Well, in truth, no." Qilarte admitted. "But it certainly proves a useful opportunity to test out the new Subspace Relay. How are the guns holding out?"

"We report a 700 percent increase in power." The raider replied. "Strain on the cannons is no concern, we could triple our current output and still be stable."

When Kay returned into the ruined bar, she saw that Martin had deployed the second strap on his satchel, turning it into a backpack, and had put it on. He was looking at the attacking ship with an unfamiliar, almost feral grin on his face. Oh no...

"What are you thinking?" she asked, dreading the answer.

"You see that ship?" he replied, pointing up. "We're going to take it down! To the spaceport!"

He jogged off, leaving Kay to follow, protesting. As he ran he began singing under his breath: "...and another one gone, and another one gone, and another one bites the dust..."

Qilarte turned. "Ah, a Narati. Nice to see one of your kind again." She said. "Tell me, how are things back on.... oh, right, it exploded. Nevermind." There was a hint of mockery in her voice as she said that; clearly trying to get him all riled up. "Well, if you'll excuse me, I have a city to raid."

Kay, while everyone was talking, was busily moving her hands in the air. She gestured at Martin, who thumbed a shell into his gun and fired it into the floor. The pellets all stopped before hitting the ground. She then gestured at Qilarte. A pattern of lines appeared in the air around her.

"You can now tell us why you're here," said Martin, cracking his gun open and inserting more shells.

"I increased the normal force of a layer of air around you," said Kay. "You won't be able to move until I free you."

Qilarte shrugged. "If you insist." She said. "I am here to violently blackmail this city out of a lot of money. Oh, and don't think you can threaten me; See that ship?" She pointed. "If I die, my crew will know, and they will turn this entire city and everyone in it into a molten crater."

Qilarte held up a hand; the shots impacted on some kind of unseen shield. "Lesson one: Make sure your enemy doesn't have defenses before you waste ammunition." She aimed at the doorway and fired a shot.